Today was Willoweve’s first day of preschool. She was so excited when she woke up – she could barley eat she wanted to leave so much.
I off course went with her to her class this morning and dropped her off.
Xavier also walked in with her. He said goodbye and went off to play on the playground while I helped Willoweve find her cubby and hang her back pack. Then she dismissed me and went to play with the black and sit on a square in the circle. No tears, barley a goodbye. In fact her exact words were…
“You can go now mommy.”
Uhm, ok, so uhm, yeah.
So off I walked to go say good bye to Xavier and get a lunch menu from the office. Willoweve barley glanced up as I left, I told the teacher I would come back and check on her after getting the menu she nodded and smiling told me that…
“Separating from a parent that easily is the sign of a well adjusted child.”
Well, good, then Willoweve is especially well adjusted.
I guess.
I ran into Xavier on the way to the office and he promptly took my hand and led me around the school, introducing me to the lunch lady and stopping to chat with his first grade teacher for a few minutes. All the time clasping my hand and grinning as he “Showed me off” to people in the school. He was disappointed when I said I could not walk up to his class with him but I had a commitment in a half hour and wanted to get back to check on Willoweve one last time.
I popped into the classroom where children were clinging to thier mothers and wailing, refusing to sit in circle, or just generally dismayed to find themselves in a class room. In the midst of this sat Willoweve playing quietly with the block. She looked up at me and said.
“Mommy? What are you doing here?”
“I came to say goodbye and give you a kiss.”
“Oh, ok,” and she blew me a kiss then turned back to playing. As the teacher moved to the center of the circle to start the class. She began to sing the clean up song and Willoweve chimed in without hesitation. The first to begin singing and cleaning up.
She was doing great. Having a blast, following directions, she didn’t need me to stay… still I had a hard time stepping out the door.
Willoweve is very well adjusted. She knows I will come back when I leave her and she trusts people I leave her with because she trusts me.
I am a lucky mother. Still, I can’t help wishing she had held my hand a moment longer. Or run up to hug me when I said goodbye. My little girl is growing up so fast and she is doing such a good job of it.
I am so proud of my baby girl, and hey, at Least Xavier still wants to show me off at school and brag that I am “HIS” mom. 
Willoweve did eventually conjure some tears. When she got home she told us how they had a fire drill and she had cried because they wouldn’t let her take her backpack and she didn’t want it to burn up on her “very first day of school”.
Huh…. well adjusted …. maybe.
I love you Willoweve. thanks for being such a terrific and wonderful little girl.
